Claimed by the Alpha || Bang Chan

Chapter 12: A Whole New World

"I'm not going to be able to control it, (Y/N). I'm going to shift."

His tone is deadly serious, an intensity Bang Chan saves for only the most dire of moments.

"Bang Chan...you can fight this!"

"I can't. It's too strong."

"Just hold on a little longer."

Bang Chan turns around then, tearing off down the street, even as his body begins to twitch and grow.

"Bang Chan, wait!"

I let out a silent curse as I take off after him, trying desperately not to lose track of him amidst the crowd. A handful of people have stopped to gather around by the time I catch up to him.

"Get back...all of you."

His voice is coming out in a guttural growl now, barely restrained by willpower alone. I dart between Bang Chan and the group around him, shielding both sides with my body.

"Get back...applies to you, too." he says glaring at me.

"I can take it. They can't."

One of the stragglers still standing around makes the mistake of stepping closer toward us both.

"Is everything alright? If there's any way I can help..."

Bang Chan's growl comes from somewhere base and primal, the power flowing through it causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

"Sir–"

"Those eyes of his don't look right."

The man places a friendly hand on my shoulder.

"If you want me to call a doctor, I..."

Before the man can finish speaking, Bang Chan's on him. With his feral strength, he hoists the man by the collar and slams him up against a nearby wall.

"Ah!" the man screams.

"Don't touch my mate."

The crowd has begun to close in now, a few taking out cellphones to record the interaction.

"She's mine. I won't allow anyone to touch her."

Bang Chan's eyes seem to glow brighter, his grip on the man tightening. The poor man starts to turn purple.

I need to do something. Now.

"Bang Chan."

I step closer to him until we're chest to chest. Warmth radiates from him, flaring like a beacon. His eyes snap to me, wild and enraged.

"Calm down, okay?"

Then, ever so gently, I flatten my palm against his chest and over his heart.

"I'm right here."

"You...you are."

"I'm right here. I'm fine."

He lowers his head to my shoulder, his breathing slowing as his weight falls against me. But his grip on the man is still tight and, just barely, I feel a low growl rumble from Bang Chan to me.

"Say you're mine, (Y/N)."

"Bang Chan, I–"

"S-someone! Call the police!"

The man's voice seems to break the spell from the crowd, and I see a few people dialling. I put my hands on Bang Chan's face, running my fingers over his sharp jaw as I pull him to look at me.

"What are you..."

And then, before he can react, I press my lips against his. Bang Chan reacts instinctively, his fingernails extending into claws as he grips onto me.